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Enter Lofty, speaking to his Servant.

Lofty. « And if the Venetian ambassador, or that teazing creature the marquis, should call, I'm not at home. Dam'me, I'll be pack-horse to none of them.” My dear madam, I have just snatched a moment“ And if the expresses to his grace be ready, let them be sent off; they're of importance.” Madam, I ask a thousand pardons.

Mrs. CROAKER. Sir, this honour

Lofty. “ And, Dubardieu ! if the person calls about the commission, let him know that it is made out. As for lord Cumbercourt's ftale request, it can keep cold : you understand me.” Madam, I ask ten thousand pardons..

Mrs. CROAKER. Sir, This honour

Lofty.' “ And, Dubardieu ! if the man comes from the Cornish borough, you must do him; you must do him I say.” Madam, I ask ten thousand pardons. “ And if the Russian-ambassador calls: but he will scarce call to-day, I believe.” And now, madam, I have just got time to express my haypiness in hav. ing the honour of being permitted to profess myself your most obedient humble servant.

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Mrs. CROAKER. Sir, the happiness and honour are all mine; and yet, I'm only robbing the public while I detain you. i

Lofty. Sink the public, madam, when the fair are to be attended. Ah, could all my hours be fo charmingly devoted! Sincerely, don't you pity us poor creatures in affairs? Thus it is eternally; folicited for places here, teazed for pensions there, and courted every where. I know you pity me. Yes, I see you

do.

Mrs. CROAKER. Excuse me, Sir. “ Toils of empires pleasures are,”, as Wailer says.

Lofty.
Waller, Waller ; is he of the houfe?

Mrs. CROAKER.
The modern poet of that name, Sir,

Lorry. Oh, a modern! We men of business despise the moderns; and as for the ancients we have no time to read them. Poetry is a pretty thing enough for our wives and daughters; but not for us. Why now, here I stand that know nothing of books. I say, madam, I know nothing of books ; and yet, I believe, upon a land carriage fishery, a stamp act, or a jag-hire, I can talk my two hours without feeling the want of them. .

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. Mrs. Croaker. The world is no stranger to Mr. Lofty's eminence in every capacity:

Lofty. I vow to gad, madam, you make me blush. I'm nothing, nothing, nothing in the world; a mere obscure gentleman. To be sure, indeed, one or two of the present ministers are pleased to represenç me as a formidable man. I know they are pleased to be-fpatter me at all their little dirty levees, Yet, upon my soul, I wonder what they see in me to treat me so! Measures, not men, have always been my mark; and I vow, by all that's honourable, my resentment has never done the men, as mere men, any manner of harm that is as mere men.

Mrs. CROAKER.
What importance, and yet what modesty !

Lofty. Oh, if you talk of modesty, madam! there I own, I'm accesible to praise : modesty is my foible: it was so, the duke of Brentford used to say of me. I love Jack Lofty, he used to say :” no man has a finer knowledge of things ; quite a man of informațion; and when he speaks upon his legs, by the Lord he's prodigious, he scouts them; and yet all men have their faults; too much modesty is his, says his grace.

Mrs. Mrs. CROAKER. And yet, I dare say, you don't want assurance when you come to solicit for your friends.

Lofty. O, there indeed I'm in bronze. Apropos ! I have just been mentioning Miss Richland's case to ą cere tain personage; we must name no names. When I alk, I'm not to be put off, madam. No, no, I take my friend by the button. A fine girl, Sir; great justice in her case. A friend of mine. Borough interest. Business must be done, Mr. Secretary, I fay, Mr. Secretary, her business mut be done, Sir, That's my way, madam.

Mrs. CROAKER. Bless me! you said all this to the secretary of ftate, did you

: : Lofty. I did not say the secretary, did I? Well, curse it, fince you have found me out I will not deny it. It was to the secretary.

Mrs. Croaker. This was going to the fountain head at once, not applying to the understrappers, as Mr. Honeywood would have had us.

Lofty. Honeywood! he! he! He was, indeed, a fine solicitor. I suppose you have heard what has just happened to him?

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Mrs CROAKER.
Poor dear man; no accident, I hope.

Lofty. Undone, madam, that's all. His creditors have taken him into custody. A prisoner in his own house.

Mr. Croaker. A prisoner in his own house! How! At this very time! I'm quite unhappy for him.

Lofty. Why so am I. The man, to be sure, was immensely good natur’d. But then I could never find that he had any thing in him.

Mrs. Croaker. His manner, to be sure, was excessive harmless; fome, indeed, thought it a little dull. For my part, I always concealed my opinion.

Lorry. It can't be concealed, madam ; the man was dull, dull as the last new comedy! a poor impracticable creature? I tried once or twice to know if he was fit for business; but he had scarce talents to be groom-porter to an orange barrow.

Mrs. CROAKER. How differently does Miss Richland think of him! For, I believe, with all his faults, she loves him.

LOFTY. Loves him! Does she? You should cure her of thać by all means. Let me see; what if she were

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